Page 5 of Sold to My Ex's Brother
I bite my lip, a warmth rising between my thighs. Fuck, I want him. And the thought of taking him right here, right now, right in my living room, the blood from the man he fought off still sprayed on his skin...
It’s hot in a way I cannot put into words.
I slide my hand down his lower belly, across his belt, letting it stray briefly over his erection. He grunts, pushing himself up and into my hand, and gropes for my ass.
“Get these off,” he mutters, pulling at my jeans. “Now.”
His command has an entirely different meaning now that I’m on top of him, and I fulfill his request, rising up just far enough that I can undo the button and wriggle out of my jeans. He cocks an eyebrow as I settle back down on him.
“You think I want you in panties?”
I’m about to strip myself of them, too—but before I can, he slips a hand between my legs, grasping my underwear and tearing it away in a single motion, tossing it to the ground beside us.
“Much better,” he mutters, slipping his hand between my slick pussy lips. It must be the adrenaline of everything that has happened tonight, because I’m already soaked, my body written with the sheer intensity of my need for him. My eyes grow a little hazy as he teases at the entrance of my slit.
“Shirt off,” he orders me, as he slides one finger inside of me. I groan, my mind distracted by the pleasure, but he repeats himself, a little sharper this time.
I strip it off, this time taking my bra with it since he seems so opposed to anything standing between him and my naked body. And, as he gently laps his fingers at my slit, coaxing out my aching wetness a little further, I realize I’m entirely naked there on top of him, utterly and completely exposed.
I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly a little self-conscious, but he swiftly grasps them and spreads them open, pinning them to my side as he releases the pressure between my thighs.
“Let me see you,” he tells me, and the way his eyes burn into mine, I know I can do nothing at all but give him what he wants.
Hell, he could ask me for anything right now, and I would be helpless to deny it.
His fingers lace through mine as his gaze rakes over my body, drinking me in appreciatively. My nipples swell, my body tingling from head to toe as I wait for him to gift me something more.
He leans down to draw one nipple in between his lips, baring his teeth for just a split second and making me gasp with pleasure and pain. His hand grasps for my bare hip, and I’m half-aware of the fact that he will likely leave marks just the same way the man downstairs did.
But this is different. This is because I want it, because I let him, because I kissed him, and I refuse to let a damn thing in the world change it.
He moves to my other breast, once again letting his teeth snag at my skin, as his hand moves to his belt to draw his erection out from inside the confines of his pants. In the dim light, I glance down and catch a glimpse of him, my eyes widening when I see the sheer size of him on display.
There’s a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock, a sure sign that he wants this just as fucking badly as I do. He grasps my hip to guide me on top of him, hovering me just a few inches above his cock.
“You going to make good on that promise to thank me?” he teases, eyebrow cocking slightly.
I slip my arms around his shoulders and let myself down on top of him as an answer, his jaw tensing for just a moment as I envelop him with my pussy for the first time.
I moan, the shock of being spread open like this something I have not felt in so long—that craving, deep inside, finally sated, as hard as it has been to understand where exactly it came from.
He lets me sink my full weight down on top of him, laying his head back on the couch behind him, drinking in the sight of me.
“Fuck, that pussy feels so good around my cock,” he groans, hand on the small of my back once more as he guides me in slow motion to ride him. “You’re soaked for me, baby...”
I let out a little whimper in response, that pet name enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I shouldn’t be doing this, I know I shouldn’t, not when I know so little about him, not when he knows so little about me.
But, as he moves himself inside of me in deep, slow strokes, it pushes out every inch of doubt that might have caused me to second-guess myself, and I let the pleasure consume me entirely.
He continues to murmur encouragement to me, filthy words of appreciation passing his lips as I move on top of him.
I’m vaguely aware of them, but more of them rumble of his voice echoing up and through my system, that distinct, demanding want that pushes everything else out of my mind. His hands guide me, getting me to ride him just as he wants me to, and there’s nothing I can do but just let him have what he craves from me. If this is how he accepts gratitude, then I’ll give him every inch of me—and take every inch of him in return.
Eventually, he slows me slightly, forcing my gaze back to his as my eyes begin to find their focus again.
“Your pussy is perfect, baby,” he tells me softly, dragging his lips across my chin. I gasp, another shock of pleasure pulsing through me, and I can feel him grinning against my skin. “But I think I should call the shots, huh?”
And before I can respond, he grasps me around the back and rises to his feet, not breaking our intimate connection for a moment as he carries me over to the bed and tosses me down on top of it.
